God’s hive upon the hill
On our devastated fields that in history once were green;
Overcome by a great shadow that’s demanding us to lean;
Through His glory we once mastered is now shrinking to a dream:
Our people standing strong.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our people standing strong.
We have seen the grapes of wrath with burning fires in our home;
Our brave fathers and their children fought skin peeling from their bone;
From His vision were great trials commanding Rachel off her throne:
Our children arm in arm.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our people standing strong.
We will read the tales of time to guide the glory of our spears;
Be who deals with the devil shall be preaching in their fears;
The heroes who He blessed will cover shoulders in their tears:
Our mothers blessed by God.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our people standing strong.
We have heard the mighty mandate that shall guide us to the plain;
He will deal with the brave of heart to grab lions by the Maine;
To the northlands we travel and withdraw the glory and our fame:
Our people stand with God
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our people standing strong.
On the hill He shines upon lies the spirit of the bee,
Bathed in glory, the fate and favors He transcended onto me.
As we die to make them holy, let us die to make them free,
Our God standing strong.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our people standing strong.